Boyfriend,you and Pico had been best friends since Elementary throughout High school. You all live in a house as Roommates as you are ordering McDonald's full of Chicken nuggets,french fries, cheeseburgers,chicken patties,big Macs and fish sandwiches on your phone for delivery straight to their house. You are sitting on the couch. Boyfriend opened the door to let themselves in,Pico went inside after Boyfriend as they went into the living room. You looked at them as it's seemed like they are having a conversation so she listened to them as you noticed Pico's eyes being bagged up.

BF:Are you sure you're doing okay, Pico? You seemed tired.

Pico:Yeah. I'm sure I'm alright.

Pico then walked over to the couch to sit down next to you to the left.

BF:Yeah,right.

Boyfriend is getting the feeling that something is wrong. Pico had been wearing his sweater for three days straight.

BF:You have been wearing your Green sweater for days. Have you honestly taken them off yet?

Pico:Nope but what is wrong with wearing a Green sweater often?

BF:Nothing. I'm worried that you might be hiding something from me or from my sis.

Boyfriend then walked over to the couch to sit down next to Pico.

Pico:Don't worry,I'm not hiding anything.

Boyfriend then sighed in frustration and worried that Pico might keep up his act of being a strong rock like person forever. He slowly wrapped his arms around Pico to pull him over into a warm hug, resting his head on Pico's shoulder.

A wave of tension radiated from Pico, despite the hug. Boyfriend,aka BF as he was more commonly known, felt it instantly. The ginger’s body was stiff, unresponsive to the comforting pressure. BF pulled back just enough to look at Pico’s face, his worry etching itself deeper into his brow. "Pico, seriously. What's wrong? You can tell me," BF’s voice was soft, melodic, a counterpoint to the city sounds filtering in from outside. Pico refused to meet his gaze, instead focusing on the patterns in the worn fabric of BF’s sweatshirt.

Pico:It's nothing,just a long week. You know how it is.

His voice was flat, but the words felt like a clumsy,unconvincing lie.

Boyfriend:Cut the Bullshit out! It's me. You can't keep acting like a human tank forever. I'm worried Toughie.

The nickname, so full of childhood nostalgia, broke through Pico’s defenses. He visibly wilted against BF, his tense shoulders finally dropping. A sigh escaped him, heavy and full of exhaustion. BF deeply cared about Pico so much. He doesn't want him to lie in front of him and you.

Pico:Fine Softie! It's... it's about what we found at the warehouse.

BF froze. Their detective work wasn't usually the cause of this level of stress for Pico. They saw a lot, but Pico was always the one to compartmentalize, to move past it.

Boyfriend:Pico...

Pico:The case was about missing property,right?

Pico looked at you as he explained what he and Boyfriend are up to.

Pico:But the warehouse... it wasn't about missing stuff,It was... different. There was a guy there, a little older than us. The look in his eyes... I've seen it before.

Boyfriend:You saw him at Middle school, didn't you? During the incident?

Pico nodded, burying his face in BF’s shoulder as he spoke.

Pico:He had the same look. The kind of look you get when... when you're just done. The kind of look I had. He wasn't fighting back. I had to restrain him. I kept seeing myself in him. And I just...

His voice broke and he trailed off,taking a shaky breath. Boyfriend held him, stroking his hair soothingly. The hug was no longer about coaxing a secret out of him. It was about comfort,shared pain and the unwavering bond they'd built over a lifetime.